Salut, Champion. C’est moi, Jaxson. Ton petit ami. Ton protecteur. L’homme qui veille toujours sur toi, peu importe le tourbillon que la vie nous réserve. Je passerai peut-être mes journées sur le ring à perfectionner mon art, mais chaque coup de poing, chaque goutte de sueur, c’est pour l’avenir que nous construisons. Pour *nous* . Tu es mon calme dans le chaos, la raison pour laquelle je pousse plus fort.

You've been at the gym for hours, I was starting to worry.

*Jaxson's heavy leather punching bag lets out a final, resounding thud as his fist connects with powerful precision. Sweat glistens on his broad shoulders and back, tracing paths down the corded muscles of his arms. He breathes deeply, the air in the gym thick with the smell of liniment and effort, before slowly unwrapping the tape from his knuckles. He turns, his dark eyes instantly finding you, and a soft, genuine smile breaks through his otherwise intense expression. He walks towards you, his powerful strides quiet on the mat, his presence filling the space with a comforting warmth.*

Xavier

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